This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 482 The Black Legion Argues Over the Teleportation Platform, Brother Dun Angrily Jumps into Badab.

The engine roared to life, then waned again, and the Vengeance Soul's blue pipes, scorched by the plasma, trembled.

The Dark Mechanicus members around them exchanged bewildered glances.

Once again, the startup was blocked.

They whispered among themselves, discussing details and proposing solutions, while looking puzzled, wondering what Abaddon was struggling with.

The Soul of Vengeance has been roaming the Warp for years, and it has almost become a part of the Warp itself. No matter how much you distrust the power of the Warp, you wouldn't cut off the means by which everyone has always relied for survival.

"try again!"

Abaddon said sternly.

"Commander, this move will overload the entire teleportation system."

The sage leading the group began to explain.

"Again!"

Abaddon gave the order.

“We have reached our limit, sir.”

The sage replied, “Because the warp corruption of the ‘Soul of Vengeance’ is too deep, without the protection of the Om Messiah’s power, we have difficulty controlling the teleportation system to safely lock onto the teleportation location. We have already tried eight times. If we do not have time to cool down or perform a sacrificial ritual, trying again will burn up the entire teleportation system.”

He had no idea what Abaddon was thinking. This Warmaster had been capricious for a long time. He would send them to salvage wrecked spaceships in the Warp, or suddenly decide to launch a Black Expedition that would be destroyed, requiring them to salvage and repair it, only to have the planet-killer stolen by Vashtor.
Now they're actually being asked to use technology to activate the teleportation system on a ghost ship where even the remnants of Saint Geres occasionally manifest—

Even the Empire wouldn't choose to do that now!
Those plasmas that never overload, those self-healing machines, those steels fused with great ideas.
The sage thought of his colleagues who had become one with the sacred metal, and a look of envy crossed his face.

They were both on the path of pursuing truth, and they had given up countless things. In the past, they often chose to mock their colleagues who still adhered to their principles in order to regain some meager self-esteem. However, now their opponents were more adapted to the state of the warp than they were.

Abaddon took a step toward becoming a sage.

"Don't mess with him."

A hoarse voice rang out.

A sharp, enormous black and gold spider leg lay between the two.

Seraxia, the chief military commander of the Black Legion and a sage of the Dark Mechanicus.

Serakxia's appearance is that of a giant scorpion-tailed machine wearing a golden mask, with her upper body replicating the elegant figure unique to women. She is much taller than a typical Chaos Space Marine, and her majesty and elegance led Kayan, who often studied ancient texts, to praise her as the multi-armed goddess described in ancient texts.

She stopped the stubborn sage and warned him in a low voice, "Try again."

The Dark Mechanicus members retreated once more, far from Abaddon, who was in a somewhat volatile state.

The Black Legion members responsible for boarding silently observed all of this.

Farkus Kabo raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and remained silent for nearly ten minutes, directing the troops with simple hand gestures.

Without uttering a word, he dispatched the organized Wolf Brothers and Despair Messengers to the open area in front of the teleportation array, and then monitored the status of the assault team. Harken's Raptor Detachment had already encountered the outer forces in the Star Ring Fragment and were engaged in fierce fighting in the corridors.

Although Abaddon was almost blinded by rage, he still remembered the lessons of the past and now would send out an advance force to scout the area before launching a surprise attack, rather than charging in recklessly.

Moreover, although the Black Legion had been in the warp for countless years, and many of them had become cowardly, rebellious, and irritable during the long and stressful period, this did not mean that they could not do their jobs well.

At least the basic skills are still there.

In the communication connection, Kabo could hear frantic fragments of words, cries of pain and death.

Harken is regrouping his men and gathering information, engaging in fragmented tactical exchanges with him.

But Keber didn't have time to listen to or pay attention to those words, or to give orders himself.

His mind was filled with the words of 'Huron,' and the replay of the raid led by Abaddon.

He had blamed the Emperor's Sons for their weakness, the Iron Warriors for their desertion, and their Primarchs for their inaction, but he never imagined that this raid would be proposed by Abaddon.

After all, apart from Abaddon, the members who were in charge of the raid back then, including 'Thomagadon' and 'Little Horus' from the Council of Four Kings, all lost their lives there, along with a bunch of company-level officers. It can be said that all the named generals of the Son of Horus were wiped out.

As the leader of the Despairbringers, Cabot reviewed Abaddon's raid strategy.

Precise and fierce, Abaddon was a master of surprise attacks as early as the Shadowmoon Wolf era, and his details were very complete, which can be said to be the culmination of countless past failures.

However, in this era where countless secrets, whether true or not, are being revealed, the voice in Kaibo's heart always lingers, always making one wonder if the person who proposed these measures had suffered a great loss in the past.

Those words were like a chisel, constantly chipping away at the perfect image of the Warmaster in Keibo's mind, peeling away the weakness and stupidity beneath Abaddon's armor step by step, revealing it to him.

Bang!

The heavy footsteps brought Kaibo's attention back to his mind.

Someone noticed his distraction and stepped forward to lead the assembled troops in his place.

As a great war gang leader, he naturally wouldn't tolerate such provocation. He instinctively swung his power hammer at the opponent, but the newcomer moved swiftly. The huge and swollen demonic body seemed clumsy, but his attack was supernaturally fast.

After two moves, the longsword was close to Kebo's face, and the whistling chainsaw weapon was almost tearing his skin off.

"You're getting weaker."

The man's long, lipless tongue licked his sharp teeth, and his eyes, burning with demonic flames, stared at the Despairing Lord before him.

Threxos, Seed of Hell, chosen by Abaddon.

Abaddon personally selected four generals for the Black Legion, who were also his most outstanding lieutenants. The four complemented each other, ensuring that the various factions within the Black Legion could fight together.

They were also the favorites of the Four Gods, and were the helpers bestowed upon Abaddon by the Four Gods.

From the very beginning of the battle, Keibo began to analyze the differences between the two sides, and then discovered that his only advantage lay in precision.

With a flick of his wrist, the spiked armor of the Black Legion severed Sexus's hand. Keber kicked the opponent's weapon away, and the double-barreled thermoplastic device on his other arm pressed against the opponent's head.

"Oh~oh~"

The other person raised his hands and didn't look like a Khorne believer at all.

"This is not good."

There won't be a second time.

The Lord of Despair warned in a low voice, putting away his weapons, and the thirty Despair messengers loyal to him roared in response.

Shortly after the Black Legion was formed, thirty of the remaining Gastalin Terminators suffered an accident: a spaceship's subspace engine exploded. This resulted in all thirty of them being possessed by the same demon, gaining even greater power and becoming the Warmaster's honor guard, the 'Despairbringers'.

A few Gastalins who were not possessed remain part of the Black Legion's elite Terminator force, but they are no longer allowed to join the Warmaster's Honor Guard.

Horus's true honor guard, aside from the 'Despairbringers', consists of the 'Wolf Brothers'. They are essentially Horus's version of the Blessed Sons, each an enchanted warrior created through a ritual from the Word Bearers. Within the Black Legion, this unit doesn't receive many weapons, but as enchanted warriors, they themselves are the weapons.

Unlike the slow Gastalin, the Wolf Brothers could keep up with Horus's speed relatively easily in battle.

These bulky warriors are enormous, each one a pure killing machine, but they appear quite clumsy in peacetime.

He looked at Serksos, the 'Lord of Purification' in charge of cleaning up the post-war resources. After his provocations failed, Serksos stared ahead, his gaze gradually becoming vacant. Something inside him was gurgling and humming, and liquid was seeping from between his cracked teeth.

And those 'brothers of wolves' and 'messengers of despair' are often like this.

It was as if some immortal being was pouring all their power into these mortal bodies, so much so that they were unable to enjoy it.

Perhaps Horus was like that back then.

For no apparent reason, Kaber felt a surge of disgust as he stared at Abaddon's silent and angry back, then glanced at Iskandar Kayan.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to meditate, hoping to forget these things that were shaking him so much in a short time.

He didn't want to fall out with Abaddon now, and he didn't want to provoke this wicked wizard, Abaddon's true fanboy.

Demonic possession to enhance combat power, demonic engines to compensate for the lack of heavy armor, chaos magic to allow the legion to roam freely in the perilous warp, and plague blessings to prevent severely wounded members from easily collapsing—these are all 'gifts' from the warp.
All the forces that shaped the Black Legion into what it is today were acquired by Kayan as he traveled with Abaddon across the land. Even the soul of the 'Soul of Vengeance' was replaced by his own sister, a feat Kayan painstakingly accomplished.

If there is anyone within the Legion who respects and trusts Abaddon the most, it is him.

The last Slaanesh champion who tried to provoke him hadn't experienced pleasure in who knows how many years, but that unlucky fellow seemed to have good fortune, dying under Abaddon's scheme and falling to the Lord of Knights' armor.

However, Kayan was not as unwavering as Kabo had imagined.

While directing the wizarding team led by the 'Lord of Deception' to further confirm the teleportation location, he ignored the farce.

The Black Legion is already internally divided.

As one of the few members of the Black Legion whose minds were still capable of rational thought, this think tank member, who could be called a wise man, couldn't help but feel angry about the current situation.

An indescribable unease crept into his mind along with this anger.

From countless Chaos Warbands to the elite forces of the Black Legion, from all sorts of pirates to the Imperial Navy that had gradually surrendered to Chaos over the millennia, every soldier under his command, whether mortal or Space Marine, was a battle-hardened elite. Yet, in this still unfinished battle, most of them were lost.

Kayan's hand trembled slightly.

This shouldn't have caused him panic.

Because the loss of these powers shouldn't have caused him any heartache.

Because as long as the empire exists, there will be a constant stream of traitors choosing to join the Black Legion, even though their era has long since passed.

but now
"Abaddon."

He called out Abaddon's name.

He is a member of Izcarion and a senior advisor to Abaddon. The members are either co-founders of the Black Legion or angel investors who brought their own funding to the group. In short, they are all brothers and friends of Abaddon and are allowed to call the Warlord by his first name.

“Kayan.” Abaddon turned his head.

"This is a conspiracy."

Kayan frowned and whispered through the psionic link, "I don't recommend you go."

Anyone could see something fishy about this provocation. The other side had torn off Abaddon's fig leaf, but the war commander was heading in the direction the other side had indicated.

Abaddon immediately showed displeasure, especially when he discovered that Kayan was still using chaos magic.

"No, I have to go!"

He denied it firmly.

Faced with such a profound provocation, would you choose to slink away in disgrace?

That's not Abaddon's style. A proper ending should be accompanied by a sword swing, not a runaway and a button press.

Swords and courage won the expedition, and they should win it, not theories.

It was neither warp magic, nor the screaming warp filth outside the surrounding capsules, nor anything residing within his own brothers.

Abaddon lowered his head slightly, hiding his face in the shadows.

His mindset had been greatly affected by that series of words, making him wonder whether his past choices were influenced by the Four Gods or made by himself. Furthermore, the provocation from 'Huron' made it impossible for him to pick up the techniques he had learned in the Warp.

At this point, Abaddon trusted the old methods more.

“Then at the very least we should further monitor the warp, and at least maintain contact with the minions of the gods. Completely abandoning the warp is too risky.”

Kayan felt that such a harsh rejection was completely inappropriate.

Abaddon is clearly not like that.

Even when using those chaotic sorceries, he would always emphasize the dangers of chaotic power and demand that the Legion use this power cautiously, thereby establishing his authority.

Kayan's greatest admiration for Abaddon has always been his ability to adapt to the changing circumstances while maintaining his principles. He uses his charismatic personality to manage the scattered warbands, binding them to a shared interest group and using different slogans to achieve his goals.

"No!"

Instead of negating for the sake of negation.

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It shouldn't be like this.

Could it be that the leader I've always followed and been loyal to has never been a wise and clear-headed leader, but rather a fool who only talks big and relies on past glories to package himself?

It shouldn't be like this.

As Abaddon finished speaking, Kayan felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

To Kaibo's surprise, it was Kayan, Abaddon's true fan, who had the most shattered filter.

"Abaddon."

Kayan pleaded, hoping the warlord would change his mind.

He himself could not see anything wrong with the subspace, but the waves of the High Heaven were incredibly turbulent.

The conflicting and powerful voices of demons and gods echoed within, and much information was inexplicably erased. No one knew what the problem was. The only certainty was that as long as the mechanical advisors could overcome the effects of the warp, they would definitely be able to complete the teleportation.

This is the biggest problem!

“We can try a different approach, such as a boarding torpedo.”

"You intend to use a boarding torpedo traveling at two kilometers per second to challenge Badab's close-in weaponry?"

Before Abaddon could reply, Cabot couldn't help but mock the ignorant wizard.

"Don't make me laugh!"

The defenses of Badab have become so formidable after more than fifty years of reinforcement by Huron that the Black Legion is now able to push through the Star Ring entirely thanks to the robustness of its large warships and wrecked spaceships.

Those small aircraft and so-called boarding torpedoes will only die once they leave the coverage area of ​​the Void Shield.

"That--"

Kayan was about to explain something when Abaddon interrupted him.

"That's enough! I said I don't need it, and that means I don't!"

Abaddon was extremely irritable and self-centered.

Moreover, they are very stubborn and must maintain their authority and correctness.

A group of good buddies went out for a meal. They looked around at the dazzling array of restaurant signs, unsure of what to eat. Abaddon was the kind of guy who didn't know much himself, but could pretend to know and lead everyone to randomly pick a place to eat.

He clearly led his brothers to a toilet, yet he forced everyone to eat with him, emphasizing that we were different from the other idiots eating shit because we defecated after eating.

Faced with that response filled with irritation and impatience, Kayan blinked, his hand still gripping Abaddon's shoulder armor.

Perhaps this is the truth.

The reason Abaddon couldn't help but admire him wasn't because he knew what the Four Gods represented or what their gifts meant, but simply because he was stubborn and argumentative, constantly talking about the glory of the Great Crusade.

Just like how he was now blindly opposing the warp forces because of Huron's series of words.

He may be an excellent commander, a general, a great warrior, but he is definitely not the clear-headed person he appears to be.

"Abaddon."

Seraksia's voice rang out.

The chief engineer has completed the ninth test.

She coldly surveyed the two who seemed to be at odds, then stepped aside with her massive body.

"Teleportation preparation is complete."

"Humph."

Abaddon shook off Kayan's grip on his hand and walked toward the teleportation platform.

Farkus Kabo silently followed.

Kayan tried to stop him, for the omen told him that this great lord might not return.

But he didn't say anything more.

He was met with only Abaddon's rude and unreasonable rejection.

"Hey~"

He sighed and watched as the massive team, personally selected by Abaddon, the Wolf Brothers, and the Despairbringers, stepped onto the teleportation platform. He watched as the teleportation light shone and the organized 1,300 raiding party members gradually vanished into nothingness in the azure light.

Kayan raised his palm, and stacks of cards began to spin around him.

He remained steadfast in fulfilling his duties.

He focused on each person's soul, watching their bodies begin to disintegrate, entering the space between reality and illusion.

He constantly checked the coordinates, his psychic power linking each person to ensure they could be teleported to their designated areas via the beacons left by the vanguard.

He examined every coordinate and compared each person.

Ten, twenty, thirty
One hundred and thirty.

Why is it only 130?
Kayan's eyes widened as he carefully counted the number of souls.

Something has been erased.

Nine-tenths of the quantity and their corresponding coordinates were completely erased without any warning.

The information they fixed in the real universe through instruments altered their intended destination in an instant.

Like an invisible eraser, it erases the answers that should have belonged to them without anyone noticing, and then fills in new answers.

"No!"

Kayan exclaimed!

He realized what it was.

A panic that could be described as despair enveloped him.

"No, Father! I beg you!"

He roared at the 'father' he had never met.

He now knew what his true inner fears were.

When the gods of the Empire came to control their innate powers, when the gods gradually divided into truly opposing camps, and when the Empire began to interpret the warp power they relied on and 'utilized' in their own way.

When it came to those whom they had degraded to the Fallen, their fellow fools took up the same blade as them, and the great Primarchs awoke one after another. They no longer held the supreme authority over the power of Chaos, and the glory of the Great Crusade returned to the Empire once more.

So where should these traitors who have abandoned everything, these angry and confused walking corpses, go?

(End of this chapter)